This is a Drabble, a challenge for MuffinClan.

I remembered how my claws sliced through my father's throat. Again and again.

You think I am cruel? No, I am not. I feel nothing for him. He did not do anything for me. I was teased, I was bullied. He wasn't there. I was sick, I felt nauseous. He wasn't there. He wasn't there to stand up for me, or comfort me. He wasn't there like most fathers should.

Retribution? I thought so.

This must be punishment from StarClan themselves: for me to kill my own father, for my own son to kill me.

This is a one-shot about Raggedstar. This is exactly 100 words, without counting those in bold.